The idea came into my head.The Muse told me to do something with it.I did.One does not disobey the Muse.

I saw her dancing in a glade,Through a summer morning's haze.Rapt, she moved through light and shadeWith unhurried rhythmic grace.Strange that I should be entranced,Being but a boy in years,When I saw the girl who dancedTo the music of the spheres.

Years passed; then by a sunlit seaI saw her, veiled in sparkling spray,Dance to cosmic harmony.Love infused my being that day –Love unflawed, no mere romancing,Love beyond all hopes and fears –For the girl forever dancingTo the music of the spheres.

I knelt and laid my heart before her –She danced away and left it lying.I stammered, trying to implore her –She looked at me and smiled, replying,"Only he who understands,Only he who clearly hears,Only he may join my danceTo the music of the spheres."

And my life is spent pursuingHer to whom my love is lost,Not regretting, never ruing,Counting neither time nor cost,Praying God, or fate, or chanceTo open my unhearing ears,So that with her I may danceTo the music of the spheres.